Newsgroups: alt.ql.creative
From: jdeclari@is.rpslmc.edu (John-William DeClaris)
Subject: Solo4
Message-Id: <1993Oct27.191941.18191@rpslmc.edu>
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Organization: Rush-Presbyterian-St. Luke's Medical Center
Date: Wed, 27 Oct 1993 19:19:41 GMT


	The excitement was over.  Shirley had her baby.	 It was a girl.	 It had
been a hard tough labor.  Sam was almost as tired as Shirley.  Bob called the
doctor and told him they were coming.

	Jim explained that at about 4:30 in the morning, he got a call to help
Berkley.  Apparently, the old man had gone too far down the bay, and when his
engine died, he had no way to get back.	 Jim and his friends got in their boat
and made their way down to old man Berkley, only to have their engine break
down as well.  They spent the whole day trying to fix both engines while
drifting down the bay.	Once they got them fixed, they raced back to Chesapeake
Beach.	There Jim learned that his wife had thought something terrible had
happened to him and was with Bob.

	Bob offered his apologies to Sam, who returned the lost wallet to Jim.
Jim thanked Sam, and forgave the loss of the money since Sam had just delivered
his baby.  Shirley also expressed her apologies, and wanted to name the girl
Samantha.

	Bob took the new parents to the doctor.	 Mark started cleaning up.  The
crowd began to settle down, but still talked about the remarkable events that
had just taken place.  There were many congratulations to Sam.

	Sam went outside the diner.  The sun had set.  He walked to the side of
the diner and sat against the wall.  Tommy, the little boy, walked with him.

	"That was neat."  The boy exclaimed.

	"Yeah." Sam smiled.

	"Of course, it was not as neat as chasing a submarine, or playing
secret agent.  That is another fun game.  Have you ever played that?"  Tommy
asked.

	"No, I have not.  You know, you should write a book.  you have a very
active imagination."  Sam commented.

	"That's a good idea.  I am going to write a book!"  Tommy announced.

	"Well, it is not that easy.  You have to think of a story, and
then ..."

	"Tommy!	 Tommy!"  The boy's mother called out.	"Tom Clancy, you get
over here right now.  It is time for us to go."

	"Tommy?	 Tommy Clancy."	 Sam mumbled to himself.  "Tom Clancy!"	 Sam
realized who the kid was.

	"Bye Sam."  Tommy said, and turn to run to his mother.

	Sam could feel the tingling sensation build.  Everything faded from his
vision.

--
John-William DeClaris
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